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"Who got the hooch, baby? Who got the only sweetest thing in the world? Who got the love? Who got the freshy-freshy? Who got the only sweetest thing in the world?..."
—Everything, "Hooch"

That song's tone is so jubilant—I must be feeling at least a little on top of things if I've gotten it in my head. The song lyrics I put in posts are either ones that come into my head independently of conscious thought or that I think are particularly illustrative of my mood and/or some thought I'm attempting to explain. Hence there is a reason for all the lyrics—in unconscious times like these, sometimes those lyrics and thoughts that come to mind unbidden are my only link to my self. It's becoming obvious, though, that my taste in music pretty much stopped evolving beyond when I first started listening to radio in the mid-'90s—I can include slightly "harder" sounds among my preferences now, but for the most part, I'm already becoming anachronistic...

It occurred to me last night as I was patching together a paper that catchy phrasing and sentence structures are coming easily to me again. Apparently all the English-oriented things I'm doing are actually having an effect, and I'm actually improving in a subtle but steady fashion. Metaphors and analogies are coming to mind easily, too—yesterday, unbidden, the image of Arnold Schwarzenegger as a big, bounding golden retriever came to me, reflecting that large, panting mouth, his nose and cheekbones, and all that hair.

I envision this blog, you know, much as I envision my computer's hard drive: I see it all as a sea, a fish tank, a big liquid box full of things floating in suspension, words, essays, phone numbers, applications, and programs that do various things all suspended in this crystalline liquid. In the case of my computer, I almost envision the liquid as existing somewhere directly beyond the surface of the "desktop," back in the monitor itself, though I know that's impossible in the case of my PC. Perhaps Apple had a similar intuition when it housed all the components of its first computers (and, more recently, iMacs) within the same chassis.

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"I've gotta be honest—I think you know—we're covered in lies, and that's okay. And there's somewhere beyond this, I know, but I hope I can find the words to say, 'Never again, no...No, never again...'"
—Vertical Horizon, "You're a God"
"Days go by, I'm hypnotized—I'm walking on a wire. I close my eyes and fly out of my mind...into the fire. Oh, light the sky and hold on tight, the world is burning down. She's out there on her own, and she's...alright..."
—Shawn Colvin, "Sunny Came Home"
"So I lay my head back down, and I lift my hands and pray to be only Yours...I pray to be only Yours—I know now You're my only hope..."
—Switchfoot, "Only Hope"

3:19 pm, October 09, 2003 :: the jablog years

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